Laughing at Shakespeare

Perhaps a lunatic is simply a minority of one.

And this is exactly like I imagined tonight would never be.

Four days off begins right now. So keen for Regresser and several thousand beers at Clancy’s party afterwards.

Four days off begins right now. So keen for Regresser and several thousand beers at Clancy’s party afterwards.

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Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead.

Don’t cry for me, I’m already dead.

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The Blood Moon Prophecy

I’ve finally found someone more awkward at small talk than myself: my barista. Setting new world records of awkwardness on the daily.

This isn’t one of those stupid random amazing photos you see on Tumblr. Two of my favourite friends are apparently living in this small piece of paradise in Puerto Enscodido, a small town near the coast of Mexico. I miss them so much. Life’s a taco.